(JPOV)
chapter 2
There she was, lying in Sam Uley's arms, week and tired. Right now, I felt so much rage towards not only Edward, but also myself. How could I let her slip into his daze? If she only knew how good I'd treat her, never hurt her, never disappoint her. She's so fragile and beautiful, how could he do this to her? She's not only the most rare girl out there, but she's my best friend. She was my other half. I sat there for hours and hours waiting for her to wake up. Finally she did. No smile, no happiness anymore, at least he gave her that, no life. She looked at me like I was invisible. It has been 4 days since that night. I know she's dreading to realize what happened.
A week had past, she's still depressed. On the good side she's eating and mumbling approximately 10 words a day…great. She actually acknowledged me today; she looked at me and smiled a .99% smile. More than I could ask for. This is going to take a while. Today I needed a brake; try to shake some of this stress off, so I hung out with Quil. "How's she doing?" he asked. "Fine, just fine and dandy. How do you think she's doing Quil?" I said with a little too much edge. He looked at me surprised and offended. I don't blame him. I've been as moody as a woman going through menopause this past week. "Gees Jake, calm down it was just a simple question" he said defending himself. "Sorry, you know how I feel about her, it just makes me horrible when I see her like that. To know he is still out there, wandering. This crap makes me wonder if he even gives a rip". "Yeah, sick isn't it?" he said. "Sick? No, depressing much? Yes."
The next day…Today I went to go visit her, what a surprise. Sometimes I wonder why do I even try. Oh yeah, because I'm in love with her. Today she spoke to me, she said "Hey Jake, thanks for doing all this everyday. You know you don't have to". "Yes I do, you're my best friend, my life. You need every ounce of comfort you can get". She just smiled. I got bored while she was sleeping, so I turned on the TV, expecting to find warning headlines "Vampire found dead: Golden hair, Black eyes, and a suicide note". Wait, that's going a little too far, how about "missing". If he died, she died. If she died, I would die. Not a good mess. Just then, someone knocked. Not a normal knock, a loud, hard, mad knock. Who could it be?